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It was different sitting with you at
, knowing that all you could talk about was hate (and not really knowing if that was all you could feel). I felt quite decieved, so I went home and did nothing, but the next night I created something new, as your words rolled in my head (waves roll to slow to explain)
i asked myself why i was confused and what had brought me to that point, and then I remembered when I was four and it suddenly all made momentary sense, or at least I hoped it did.
any answer is gone
but thats ok. Because now nothing is different. and i know it could or couldn't be.
I haven't figured out what(why, if, can, who, ect..) I believe yet.
, knowing that all you could talk about was hate (and not really knowing if that was all you could feel). I felt quite decieved, so I went home and did nothing, but the next night I created something new, as your words rolled in my head (waves roll to slow to explain)
i asked myself why i was confused and what had brought me to that point, and then I remembered when I was four and it suddenly all made momentary sense, or at least I hoped it did.
any answer is gone
but thats ok. Because now nothing is different. and i know it could or couldn't be.
I haven't figured out what(why, if, can, who, ect..) I believe yet.